forgotten defenders of nameless faiths
hear me now,
I stand before you defeated and without home,
seeking only safe passage
through this dark and broken world
ruled by your silent, sullen hand;
it always comes down to this,
deep inside solitary fortresses
hidden far from piercing eyes,
peering deep into the swirling mist,
beyond the many mirrors twisting the truth,
making it appear as something it never was
nor ever will be,
down here it is seen for what it is;
even if only for a moment;
truth so dark and fierce
it would rip the world to pieces,
revealing the lurking evil for
the bullshit it truly is,
a vision so pure and simple
few can stand before its
glimmering beauty.
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